The Battle - a poem

Surrounded, the warriors sounded the horn

They stood grounded, though, they looked scared and forlorn

The monsters shouted, and growled, and hissed

Barely visible through the ubiquitous mist

So the warriors took up their axes and spears

And they bellowed a war cry, dismissing their fears

They prayed to the gods to be filled with the Light

In hopes that they'd live through this darkest of nights

It seemed contradictory, a war of the spirit

The horizon retreats whenever you near it

Yet there stood the children, the sister and brother

No chance of salvation, except from each other

Shoulder to shoulder, they protected their backs

And braced themselves for the first of attacks

They came swift, they came hard! Both sides lost a few

Then the frenzy began, and the blood really flew

Though the power the enemy had amassed was great

Their unbridled bloodlust would become their fate

For although the evil will rise to power

Brigades of Light gather to signal the hour

When all of the Dark Ones plans go sour

Their arrogant towers collapse in a shower

And realizing defeat, they flee, and they cower...
 
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